Текст песни М. И. Цветаева - Моим стихам, написанным так рано...

My poems , written so early
What I did not know that I - a poet ,
Derailed as a spray from a fountain ,
As sparks of the rockets ,

Bursting like little devils ,
In the sanctuary , where sleep and incense ,
My poems about youth and death,
- Unreadable poems ! -

Scattered in the dust shopping
( Where no one would take and not take ! )
My poems , like precious wines ,
There will come your turn.